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I Think I'm Funny

Here are a few of the great jokes I came up with this week, that were under appreciated by those who had the pleasure of hearing them. 

I had a job interview for a promotion at work this week and was stressing in the morning about what to wear. I didn't want to stay in my fancy clothes all day long, but it would be weird/time consuming to change into a different outfit halfway through the day. I kept bouncing ideas off of Sammy who said I was fine to wear whatever. To which I said, "Well you're supposed to dress for the job you truly want, so maybe I should wear my Captain Picard jacket." 
I giggled to myself for a good hour about that. Thankfully some Star Trek fans at work appreciated it. 

Sammy has a lot of random Philosophy books laying around for finals week 
papers, and I saw this on the table. 
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Sammy was eating breakfast and it was sitting right next to him. I asked him what Edward said. Sammy was confused, so I asked it again multiple times. When he still didn't know what I was talking about, I picked up the book and asked what Edward said. He hit his face with his palm and told me that it's pronounced like sigh eid, not said. 

(As I'm writing this post I glanced at his book again and he asked if I was telling the blogging world about my lame jokes, then laughed when I showed him this.)

I was halfway through making dinner when I realized Sammy had bought parsley and not cilantro on accident. It was okay because I've been growing cilantro in the window and it had a few leaves so I used those. I wrote about it on Facebook and someone said that parsley wishes that it's cilantro. I replied and said "Yeah, and it's pretty bitter about it. Please pardon my lame joke." I told Sammy this and he was confused, and I explained that parsley tastes bitter in comparison to cilantro, and I got another face palm in reply. 

On an unrelated topic, I love to look up dad jokes at night and tell them to Sammy out of nowhere and see his reactions. It always makes me giggle. 


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